We thought there should be a
photo, at least.
So, we pleaded ... with broken
hearts, too.
Just one shot of the twins, with
Mother,
Who was worn from the labor, we
knew.
It was dismal and dull, and the
times were hard;
Not enough work to go around.
These were the last, the hardest
of all.
Now, one must go in the ground.
Mama was old for a baby at all,
Let alone identical twins.
"No wonder we lost him, no
wonder!" we said.
Her face was pale and grim.
So, we laid little babies, one
on each side,
And we dreamed of what might
have been.
We all cried a little. But, her
tears came down
Like a rushing, o’erflowing,
stream!
There were things to do. A few
brought food.
Then, the church people came and
said
They were sorry, no services in
the church,
For the tithe had not been paid.
For the rest of my life, I’ve
carried the look
In my mind on mama’s face!
Sometimes, these 'religious'
ones make it hard
To understand 'Loving Grace'.
It‘s straightened out, now, and
I do not hold
Any grudge against any man.
But, I’ve studied the likes of
Jesus and find
He’s certainly not like that
band!
Jesus would comfort and, maybe,
weep, too.
Jesus would dry her tears.
He might even give her a glimpse
of Heaven,
Simply to soothe her cares.
Mama had given so much of
herself,
Always a smile and a cheer.
Mama was more like the Savior,
that day,
Than any revealed all these
years.
Now, they’ve all gone to Heaven
and I’m growing old.
I’ll join them before very long.
By the Grace of God, only, I’ll
find them all there;
Singing a heavenly song.
As long as I have, I’ll study
His Word
So I can be more like Him.
For, God in His Heaven, knows
very well
I never want to be like them!